To The Whorl Of Neo-Babylon Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
can
cum
up on
Billary!
"Back to back
they, aced each
other, pulled out their
knaves and got pressed
together; until they became
the only duo amidst the insane!
Whorl of Neo-Babylon!
Please do read me thoroughly through
then read carefully that book within that
joke of a book presently… Yea, that last book
the Revelations of St. John… I give it the caps out
of respect from the dead! The neo-dead to suddenly
come I, do not respect at all! That great gob of human
flesh and blood I; will feed to my Firebirds'! Question…
What is the word? Thunderbird! In my youth, this nasty
nail polish remover; cost only eighty nine cents a fifth!
Do you think Hillary Clinton will take the fifth? I will
to bet my last Federal Reserve two dollar Bill; that
she will so speak to, her constitutional rights to
do, as she wills to do… All over the each and
every one of you and all of your relations!
Be coming upon; no, taking a great big
Trump upon the each and every citizen
of this here world! Some men should
really give a stool; that they are not
in this good ole U.S.A., when they
make that decision to pull whatever!
Ah, you guys know this! Remember Abraham
Martin, and John… oh… and Bobby and John Jr. too!
Butt; who are you gonna call? Bill Murray? Or Bill Maher?
Or Billy Idol? Call all three of these men; and ask them to please
tell me, that they do not eat reddish menses! That is my forte!
Forty years; of travelling here and there… sometimes not
wearing, my majik underwear… so what! You guys were
not there! And nudity; when you are twenty-five and
alive, is a whole lot more sensual than when, you are
sixty-five and all jive! You all read me most thoroughly now!
And pass this up that hill; to the Whorl, of Neo-Babylon!